Catzenpewters-
Jandra shivered lightly in her icy home. No! Not home! She
would never consider it that. Home was with father, in the
castle, in the warmth and splendour. She would never give
up hope of returning there. Scarce movement was allowed
within this block of ice, though her body was allowed some
freedom. She was glad for its close confines when Tegraine
picked her up, for otherwise she would have stumbled badly
with its movement. She watched the giant with frightened
but determined eyes, and was relieved when he placed her
back upon the ledge. For a moment she thought she
detected some sadness on his face, but she shook her
head to clear that foolish thought. Giants were bad, she
knew that. She had learned that lesson at an early age. Her
father had told her stories of the ill fate that awaited her
countrymen taken by the frost giants to keep as slaves. She
had heard many whisperings among the servants as well of
loved ones who had been stolen from them. No, Tegraine
was evil, that was all there was to it. Of this much she was
certain.